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Designs and Drawings 

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LOLITA FERINE 



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LIBRA *7V «« nONaRIESS 

Two Oool«s Recnived 

AUG 6 1904 



H^(?ht Entry 













Born in London in 1573 

Made Court Poet to James I 

in 1616 
This appointment confirmed 

in 1630 

Died 1637 





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Reigns of James I and Charles I 





Cecelia 



(From "The Forest") 




RINK to me only with 
thine eyes; 
And I will pledge 
with mine ; 
Or leave a kiss within 
the cup, 
And I'll not look for 
wine. 
The thirst that from the soul 
doth rise, 
Doth ask a drink divine : 
But might I of Jove's nectar 
sup, 
I would not change for 
thine. 




SENT thee late a rosy 
wreath, 
Not so much honour- 
ing thee, 
As giving it a hope, 
that there 
It could not withered 
be, 
But thou thereon did'st only 
breathe, 
And send' St it back to me: 
Since when it grows, and 
smells, I swear, 
Not of itself, but thee. 



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SIR WILLIAM 
DAVENANT 



Born in Oxford in 1605 

Made Laureate in 1637 

Died in 1668 




Reigns of Charles I and Charles II 




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HE lark now leaves his 
watery nest, 
And, climbing, shakes 
his dewey wings ; 
He takes this window 
for the east ; 
And to implore your 
light, he sings. 
Awake, awake ! the morn will never 
rise, 
Till she can dress her beauty at 
your eyes. 




The merchant bows unto the sea- 
man's star, 
The ploughman from the sun his 
season takes ; 
But still the lover wonders what 
they are, 

ho look for day before his 
mistress wakes. 

Awake, awake ! break 
through your veils of 
lawn, 
Then draw your curtains 
and begin the dawn. 
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3S.eIigion 

(From *' Religio Laici") 



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IM as the borrowed 
beams of moon and 
stars, 
To lonely, weary, wan- 
dering travellers, 
Is Reason to the soul ; 
and as on high 
Those rolling fires discover but 

the sky, 
Not light us here, so Reason's 

glimmering ray 
W^as lent, not to assure our 

doubtful way. 
But to guide us upward to a 

better day. 
And as those nightly tapers 

disappear 
When day's bright lord ascends 

our hemisphere, 
So pale grows Reason at 

Religion's sight, — 
So dies, and so dissolves in 
supernatural light. 



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THOMAS SHADWELL 




Born in 1640 

Made Laureate in i68g 

Died in i6ga 





Reign of William II 



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OW long must women 
wait in vain 
A constant love to 
find? 
No art can fickle man 
retain, 
Or fix a roving mind. 



Yet, fondly we ourselves de- 
ceive, 
And empty hopes pursue ; 
Though false to others, we 
believe 
They will to us prove true. 



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UT oh ! the torment to 
discern 
A perjured lover 
gone; 
And yet by sad ex- 
perience learn 
That we must still love 
on. 



How strangely are we 
fool'd by fate 
Who tread the maze of 
love; 
When most desirous to 
retreat, 
We know not how to 
move. 



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HILE shepherds 

watch'd their flocks 
by night, 
All seated on the 
ground, 
The angel of the Lord 
came down, 
And glory shone around. 

'' Fear not," said he (for mighty 
dread 
Had seized their troubled 
mind); 
" Glad tidings of great joy I 
bring 
To you and all mankind." 



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O you in David's town 
this day, 
Is born of David's line, 
Tlic Saviour, wlio is 
Christ the Lord, 
And this shall be the 
sign : 



'* The heavenly Babe you there 
shall find 
To human view display'd, 
All meanly wrapped in 
swathing bands, 
And in a manger laid." 




HUS spake the Seraph ; 
and forthwith 
Appeared a shining 
throng 
Of angels, praising God, 
and thus 
Addressed their joyful song: 

"All glory be to God on high. 
And to the earth be peace ; 

Good-will henceforth from 
Heaven to men 
Begin, and never cease !*' 



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NICHOLAS ROWP: 




Born in Bedfordshire 
in 1G74 

Madt; I^aurcatc in 1715 

Died in 1718 



Reign of George I 



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HAT charms in mc-lody 

rirc^ Ibund 
^Vo so It en every pain ! 
How do we eateli the 

pleasinj^ sound, 

And leel th(^ soothinp; 
strain ! 



Still when I lu'.ar thee, O, iny 
fair, 

I bid my heart rejoice ; 
I shake off every sullen care, 

For sorrow flies Ihy voice. 



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HE seasons Philomel 
obey 
Whate'er they hear her 
sing; 

She bids the Winter fly away, 
And she recalls the Spring. 




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MARVELOUS child most 

precious sweet, 
For deeds heroic, glorious 

from his birth. 
The Rhine, the wide- 
spread Earth, 
His praises send most meet. 
His deeds to mountains name 
Have lent since here to earth 

he came. 
Streams which in silence 
flowed obscure before, 
Sweird by his conquests, 
proudly learned to roar. 



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NCE more the ever- 
circling sun 
Through the celestial 

signs has run; 
Again old Time inverts 
his glass, 
And bids the annual Seasons 

pass. 
The youthful Spring shall call 

for birth, 
And glad with opening flowers 

the earth; 
Fair Summer load with sheaves 

the field. 
And golden fruits shall Autumn 

yield: 
Each, to the \A^inter's want, 

their stores shall bring 
Till warmer genial suns recall 
the Spring. 



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LD creeping Time, with 
silent tread, 
Has stoFn four years 

o'er Molly's head. 
The rose-bud opens 
on her cheek, 
The meaning eyes begin to 

speak ; 
And in each smiling look is seen 
The innocence which plays 

within. 
Nor is the faltering tongue 

confined 
To lisp the dawnings of the 

mind. 
But fair and full her words 

convey 
The little all they have to say ; 



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ND each fond parent, as 
they fall, 
Find volumes in their little 

all. 
May every charm which 
now appears. 
Increase, and brighten with her 

years ! 
And may that same old creep- 
ing Time 
Go on till she has reached her 

prime. 
Then, like a master of his trade. 
Stand still, not hurt the work 
he made. 



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this my pensive 
pillow, gentle Sleep! 
Descend in all thy 
downy plumage 
dress ; 
Wipe with thy wing 
these eyes that 
wake to weep, 
And place thy crown of poppies 

on my breast. 
O steep my sense in oblivion's 

balm, 
And soothe my throbbing pulse 

with lenient hand; 
Thus tempest of my boiling 

blood becalm ! 
Despair grows mild at the 
supreme command. 



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OD of our father's rise, 
And through the 
thundering skies 
Thy vengeance 
urge; 
In awful justice red, 
Be thy dread arrows sped, 
But guard our Monarch's 
head, 

God save great George. 



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TILL on our Albion smile, 
Still, o'er this favoured 
isle, 

O, spread thy wing ! 
To make each blessing 
sure, 
To make our fame endure. 
To make our rights secure, 
God save our King! 




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Born in Bristol in 1774 

Made Laureate in 1813 

Died in 1843 



Reigns of George III, George IV 
William IV and Victoria 




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LOWLY the flowing tide 
Came in, old Avon! 

Scarcely did mine eyes, 
As watchfully I roamed 
thy greenwood side, 
Perceive its gentle 
rise. 
With many a stroke and strong 
The labouring boatmen upward 

plied their oars ; 
Yet little way they made, though 
labouring long 

Between thy winding 
shores. 



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OW down thine ebbing 
tide 
The unlaboured boat 

falls rapidly along ; 
The solitary helmsman 
sits to guide, 

And sings an idle 
song. 
Now o'er the rocks that lay 
So silent late the shallow cur- 
rent roars : 
Fast flow thy waters on their 
seaward way 

Through wider-spreading 
shores. 



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VON, I gaze and know 
The lesson emblemed in 

thy varying way ; 
It speaks of human joys 
that rise so slow, 
So rapidly decay. 
Kingdoms which long have 

stood 
And slow to strength and power 

attained at last. 
Thus from the summit of high 
fortune's flood, 
They ebb to ruin fast. 



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HUS like thy flow 
appears 
Time's tardy course to 
manhood's envied 
stage, 
Alas! how hurryingly 
the ebbing years 
Then hasten to old 
age. 



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^upposeti to 
jjabe htm founb 
in a j)ermtt's cell 



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OPES, what are they? 
Beads of morning 
Strung on slender 

blades of grass 
Or a spider's web 

adorning 
In a straight and 
treacherous pass. 
What are fears but voices airy ? 
Whisperings where harm is 
not: 
And deluding the unwary, 
Till the fatal bolt is shot! 



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HAT is glory ?— In the 

socket 
I See how dying tapers 
fare! 
What is pride? — A 
whizzing rocket 
That would emulate 
a star. 
What is friendship ? — Do not 
trust her, 
Nor the vow which she has 
made ; 
Diamonds dart their brightest 
lustre 
From a palsey shaken head. 



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HAT is truth?— A staff 
rejected; 
Duty ?— An unwel- 
come clog; 
Joy ? — A moon by fits 

reflected 
In a swamp or watery 
bog. 
Bright as if through ether 

steering, 
To the traveller's eye it shone : 

He hath hailed it reappearing- 
And as quickly it is gone. 



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UCH is joy— as quickly 
hidden 
Or mishapen to the sight, 
And by sullen weeds 
forbidden 
To resume its native light. 
What is youth?— A dancing 

billow, 
(Winds behind, and rocks 

before! ) 
Age?— A drooping, tottering 

willow 
On a flat and lazy shore. 




107 




HAT is peace ?_When 

pain is over, 
And love ceases to 

rebel, 
Let the last faint sight 

discover 
That precedes the 

passing knell ! 



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Reign of Victoria 



III 








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REAK, break, break, 
On thy cold gray stones, 

O Sea ! 
And I would that my 
tongue could utter 
The thoughts that arise in me. 
O well for the fisherman's boy 
That he shouts with his sister 

at play ! 
O well for the sailor lad. 
That he sings in his boat on the 
bay! 



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ND the stately ships go on 
To their haven under the 
hill; 

But, O for the touch of a 

vanished hand 
And the sound of a voice 
that is still ! 
Break, break, break. 
At the foot of thy crags, O Sea ! 
But the tender grace of a day 

that is dead 
Will never come back to me. 



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OOD NIGHT ! Now 

dwindle wan and 
low 
The embers of the 

after glow, 
And slowly over leaf 
and lawn 
Is twilight's dewy curtain 

drawn. 
The slouching vixen leaves 

her lair 
And, prowling, sniffs the tell- 
tale air; 
The frogs croak louder in the 

dyke. 
And all the trees seem dark 

alike ; 
The bee is drowsing in the 

comb. 
The sharded beetle hath gone 
home; 

Good night. 



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OOD NIGHT! The 

hawk is in his nest, 
And the last rook hath 

dropped to rest ; 
There is no hum, no 

chirp, no bleat ; 
No rustle in the 
meadow sweet ; 
The woodbine, somewhere out 

of sight. 
Sweetens the loneliness of 

night ; 
The Sister Stars that once 

were seven. 
Mourn for their missing mate 

in Heaven ; 
The poppy's fair, frail petals 

close ; 
The lily yet more languid 

grows, 
And dewy, dreamy, droops 
the rose ; 

Good night. 



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